There was no sound of speech in the courtyard, Xiao Xuan closed her sleepy eyes and was annoyed alone, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at Yeluxian's departing back, Ah Yu stood in the courtyard disappointed.

For lonely people, the night is cold, lonely, and the heaviest shackles in the world.

The candles in the palace were flickering, flickering bright and dark, Xiao Xuan was close to the window, sitting on his knees.

Her long hair hung down, obscuring the hazy moonlight, drawing her beautiful face into the darkness, and her tears.

Who weaved this web for her that she couldn't break free, so that she couldn't even think of escaping, who is to blame?

A few months ago, she was still living freely, with expectations for Ye Luxian's love in her heart, and the third lady who was happy for her in life, ran out to play if she wanted to, and did what she wanted to do.

But later, later.

My sister is no longer the sister who loves her, Han Derang is no longer a good brother who dares to rely on her, Brother Xianning's life and death are unknown, but she has imprisoned herself in this golden wire cage.

She fell on her lap, she didn't complain, she didn't get angry, she just wanted to cry.

When she leaves at night, she will still be a good concubine. Just as she promised Xiao Siwen.

She will be the best concubine among the Xiao women, she will...

Yeluxian tossed and turned, unable to sleep, lifted the brocade quilt, walked to the desk, and picked up the peace charm.

He didn't wake Nanara, nor did he light the lamp, he opened the window and let the moonlight shine into the palace.

The night breeze caressed his resolute brow and caressed his angular face, and he held the peace charm aloft, letting the soft moonlight illuminate it.

Ye Luxian sighed softly, touched the multicolored silk thread, and smiled bitterly.

What kind of mood did Yan Yan have in order to tie this colorful silk thread to this peace charm? Did she ever miss herself? Just like he is at the moment?

Yeluxian looked out, the palace was deep, and he couldn't see the outside world.

This is the imperial power that he endured for twenty years to gain, although he trapped his free body and trapped his unruly heart, he was willing.

Just because he is a man, a man who is destined to become a king and an emperor.

Is it possible to get the country and Yanyan, can't they be shared?

When he didn't get this imperial inheritance, every encounter between him and Yanyan was a bloom in his lonely life.

With a gloomy expression, he took the peace charm into his bosom.

Sometimes, loneliness will accompany him for the rest of his life, this is his choice, this is his fate.

In the early morning of the second day, Yelu Xian was summoned by Yeluxian, and entered the palace with Xiao Siwen's entrustment and Mrs. Xiao's food box.

Yelu was dressed in a very different way than before, his robe was the finest fabric used by the Khitan nobles, and his boots were inlaid with jade.

His clothes have changed, but his bold and straightforward personality has not changed at all. Yelu put down the food box in his hand, bowed his hand, and said in a loud voice, "Minister, Yelu slanted, meet the emperor." "Rise and say goodbye.

Ye Luxian raised his hand and smiled, "Now that you are the king of the Southern Courtyard, you don't have a bit of arrogance, okay, I didn't misunderstand you." ”

Yelu stood up obliquely, and then showed a smile, "The emperor should not laugh at the reckless man of the minister, serve the virtuous king, and help the people, this is the duty of a courtier." ”

Ye Luxian clapped his hands and laughed, very satisfied.

Yelu Xian's qualifications as an official are still shallow, but he is more recognized by Yelu Xian than any old minister in the court, Yelu Xian is not in accordance with the traditional rules and regulations to think about the current situation of political affairs, has his own unique opinions and views, and is already in a high position still has the people of the world in mind, and is respectful and humble to the monarch.